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smash_logs2012-09-25 12:19 am
justamercenaryman) wrote in smash_logs2012-09-25 12:19 am
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Who: Navarre and you
What: Navarre is being grouchyafter kicking lollipop like usual and needs to be bothered.
Where: Cafeteria
When: Tuesday afternoon
Warnings: none yet
Navarre was cranky. Not the normal cranky, withdrawal cranky. He'd finally kicked the lollipops about a week or so ago. No doubt the process only made him more brash, which he took out on his students. He was hardly the model teacher. Far from it, actually. He taught the only way he knew: hands on like a mercenary. Well he was a mercenary after all.
Anyway, that wasn't really what had brought him to the cafeteria. Navarre needed food. Munchies, snacks, meat, anything. The mercenary could cook in a camp fire, but this stove thing was far beyond his understanding. So cafeteria food it was once again.
He sat at one of the tables, alone, in his long red robes with his two swords sheathed at his hip. He was, however, eating his food with a dagger. Those cafeteria knives didn't do much more than gnaw at his food. He couldn't have that.
What: Navarre is being grouchy
Where: Cafeteria
When: Tuesday afternoon
Warnings: none yet
Navarre was cranky. Not the normal cranky, withdrawal cranky. He'd finally kicked the lollipops about a week or so ago. No doubt the process only made him more brash, which he took out on his students. He was hardly the model teacher. Far from it, actually. He taught the only way he knew: hands on like a mercenary. Well he was a mercenary after all.
Anyway, that wasn't really what had brought him to the cafeteria. Navarre needed food. Munchies, snacks, meat, anything. The mercenary could cook in a camp fire, but this stove thing was far beyond his understanding. So cafeteria food it was once again.
He sat at one of the tables, alone, in his long red robes with his two swords sheathed at his hip. He was, however, eating his food with a dagger. Those cafeteria knives didn't do much more than gnaw at his food. He couldn't have that.
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"That's pretty hardcore." Kumatora said, kinda impressed.
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